A combat mage’s strength[2]
However, despite the large number of water darts flying towards him, Nathan didn't seem to be the least bothered, on the contrary, he had a slight smile on his face.
He suddenly dashed towards the incoming projectiles, but rather than run straight at them, he ran in a slightly curved motion.
Swinging the thin-bladed sword in his hand, he deflected all the darts that stood in his way, rapidly closing in on Farhen.
As for Farhen, his face morphed into a deep frown as he watched the darts he placed so much hope in get destroyed like they were made of paper.
But he didn't feel to disappointed, because they were still doing as he hoped for them to do.
His main goal was to delay Nathan, even if it was for just a second.
Water darts was only a tier one spell, however, due to its tiny and sharp size, it could be very annoying for his opponents.